Naed

Naked (Part 6)

Kathryn M. Burke

A few days later, Deirdre and Margery went out to run some errands. When they came home, they were immediately struck by a series of grunts and moans emanating from the master bedroom. They exchanged glances, then padded up the stairs.

What they saw through the partially open door of the bedroom was a tableau they wouldn't soon forget.

Big Frank was lying flat on his back in the middle of the bed. Fanny was on top of him, face down, and she'd stuck his cock into her pussy. Daniel was kneeling behind her, plugging up her ass. And Cliff had positioned himself in front of Fanny's face. In fact, he was gently cradling her head in his hands as she engulfed about half of his cock in her mouth.

The two other women nearly fainted at the sight of this authentic instance of triple penetration.

"Hey, you guys!" Deirdre cried out in a vestigial remnant of her #MeToo prudishness. "Stop that right now! You're hurting her!"

Irritated, Fanny took Cliff's cock out of her mouth and glared at her daughter.

"Don't be silly, girl," she said venomously. "I've always wanted to try this—and it's great!"

And she resumed sucking on Cliff's dick.

Deirdre and Margery watched open-mouthed as the culmination of this incredible escapade of sexual gymnastics approached. The three men were apparently striving for that rarest of events: a triple (or perhaps even quadruple) simultaneous climax. It's true that the guys were mostly focusing on their own pleasure; but Fanny seemed to be enjoying the proceedings well enough, and so she might be able to join them in orgasmic delight.

It didn't quite work out—but it was close enough for government work. Daniel, ensconced in the tightest of Fanny's orifices, bellowed like an ox as he shot his seed into her bottom. That seemed to inspire Frank, who poured out a voluminous discharge into her vagina. Cliff, seeing his two compatriots getting off on the attractive female they were servicing, poured out his come into Fanny's mouth.

Receiving three emissions almost at the same time was so stimulating to Fanny that she followed her men only by seconds in a bone-shuddering climax that came close to dislodging the trio from her various openings. But they remained embedded in her for several seconds, until fatigue forced them to withdraw. They sprawled all over the huge bed while Fanny raised her arms up in a gesture of triumph and cried, "Woo-hoo!"

Looking at the depleted men, she gave a sly smirk and then got up from the bed, walking right by her daughter and sister on the way to the bathroom to clean up.

"I wanna be next!" Deirdre exclaimed, entirely forgetting her previous conviction that a woman shouldn't allow herself to be manhandled the way her mother had just been.

Over her shoulder Fanny said, "You'll need to give them some time to recover. Men are like that."

Deirdre whirled around and headed to her bedroom, where she proceeded to strip as quickly as she could without actually tearing her garments off. But when she returned to the master bedroom, she was in for a bit of a disappointment.

The usually quiet and demure Margery had taken matters into her own hands and stripped right there in the bedroom in a matter of seconds. Even though she too knew that men needed a little time to regain their energies after an orgasm, she figured that making herself available for cuddling would do the job very nicely. And sure enough, the moment she lay down on her back on the bed, the three men began paying attention to her—sucking her breasts, tickling her sex, and massaging her bottom. In less time than she could have believed possible, the guys' cocks were stiff and ready for action.

They adopted a slightly different series of positions for Margery, who seemed a bit uncertain whether she could really accommodate three cocks into herself. Frank again lay down on his back, this time stuffing his member into Margery's bottom as she lay on her back on top of him. As she spread her legs, Cliff kneeled down and filled her pussy with his organ, while Daniel sidled up next to her head and coaxed her to open her mouth so he could insert his cock into it.

Deirdre watched with ill-concealed envy as the three men got to work. Their efforts took quite a bit longer this time, and they also wanted to be as gentle as possible so as not to overtax the inexperienced female at the center of the action. But when Margery petulantly cried, "Harder, harder!" they got down to business and cast caution to the winds. There was another nearly simultaneous quadruple climax, and once again Deirdre saw four bodies sprawled untidily on the big bed in post-coital exhaustion.

As Margery retreated from the scene, her entire body bright pink from both exertion and embarrassment, Deirdre glared at the trio of males with bitter impatience, her arms on her hips.

"When are you guys going to be ready for

me?"

she spat.

"Good Lord, Deirdre," her father gasped, "you gotta give us a little break."

"Okay, but you'd better not be running on empty just yet! I expect a second encore, if you grasp my meaning."

They did—and they performed more than adequately, given the circumstances.

*

It wasn't long before Frank moved into Fanny's house, so the ratio of males to females was now even. A simple schedule was arranged for the occupants: each woman would get one man twice a week, and on the seventh night of the week (usually a Saturday) there would be a free-for-all for whoever wanted to join in. Usually everyone was happy to participate—but since it's pretty difficult to get six people on a bed (even a king-size bed), at times two or three of them would go off to a separate bed for various antics and then return to the others, where more permutations would occur.

To their surprise, all three women began enjoying a bit of lesbian sex as part of the group festivities. Fanny had begun the practice by some vigorous licking of her daughter while she was being serviced by two men (front and back); and even though Deirdre at first gaped at the spectacle of her mother eating her out, she found the sensation so rapturous that she was happy to go along—and then return the favor by licking up the male and female discharge oozing out of Fanny's pussy. Margery was pretty reluctant to engage in this behavior with her sister and niece, but she was won over in the end by the sheer enjoyment of a woman's lips nuzzling her sex. It takes a person who is intimately familiar with that part of the body to know how to stimulate it properly—not that any of the women complained when the men brought their own mouths to the area in question. Margery had a particular fondness for being licked by a man who was a little bristly around the cheeks. That's something no woman could provide!

Deirdre graduated with impressive honors after a satisfying senior year. She was delighted with the party that the others threw for her, even though a lot of her friends were puzzled at the living arrangements in the house. (Out of respect for the guests, Cliff actually wore clothes on that occasion.) It seemed that a natural pairing up was taking place, and there was murmurs of Daniel and Margery getting married, with quiet whispers that Cliff and Deirdre and also Fanny and Frank would follow suit.

Cliff surprised Deirdre by suggesting that they should visit his mother. He had admitted that his relations with his mom, Gloria, had soured when she'd bolted from Frank to be with another man. But now that Frank was in a better place—receiving the attentions of not one but three doting women—his anger and resentment at Gloria was on the wane. Anyway, he felt that he should introduce her to his fiancée, and Deirdre was happy to go along with the plan.

Gloria lived about twenty miles away, with a guy named Martin. Cliff didn't know much about him, but he hoped Martin was a nice guy. Knowing his mother, he was probably another of those guys who like being led around by the nose by a strong woman. That wasn't Cliff's style, but there are far worse ways to live.

Deirdre had no idea what Gloria herself was like, although she was getting the impression that she was quite a handful—high-maintenance, in the current lingo. She was an executive at a bank, and it was plain that she didn't suffer fools (especially of the male variety) gladly. Deirdre was doing her best not to think badly of her.

When the couple showed up on Gloria's doorstep and were let in, Deirdre was left speechless.

Gloria was a fabulous-looking woman in her later forties. Almost as tall as her son, she sported impeccably coiffed dark hair framing a face that was as beautiful as it was impressive. From the keen glint of intelligence in the light green eyes to the slender, shapely nose to the Cupid's-bow lips to the strong jawline, this was a woman to take seriously. Even under her well-tailored business suit, Deirdre could detect Gloria's firm, high breasts, the swell of her hips, and what looked to be a lusciously curved bottom.

"You must be Deirdre," she said, holding out her arms. "Cliff's told me so much about you." She gave Deirdre a surprisingly tight embrace.

"Cliff's told me a little about you," Deirdre murmured.

"None of it good, I daresay," Gloria said with a twinkle of her eyes toward her son.

Martin proved to be an amiable and laid-back sort of guy. Cliff and Deirdre exchanged glances as if to say:

Just the sort of man a woman like Gloria would go for.

But there was not the slightest trace of malice in him, and Cliff quickly concluded that Gloria had set her eyes on him at some point and, in her inevitably efficient way, had gone after him and won him over. He really never had a chance.

Dinner was a far more enjoyable affair than the young couple had expected, and the atmosphere of the house, initially tense, soon became genial, even festive. Somehow Cliff couldn't stop looking at his mom, as if he'd never seen her before. She received his attentions with aplomb, and at one point even asked how Frank was doing.

"Just fine, actually," Cliff said. "Couldn't be better."

Gloria raised her eyebrows in silent surprise.

You're telling me that your father is doing okay in spite of the cavernous absence of my magnificent self?

Cliff chuckled quietly. "I'll tell you later all about it, Mom."

He and Deirdre retired early, pleading fatigue—although the trip had been so short that there was hardly any reason why they should be tired. Cliff, however, had a reason for withdrawing from his mom's gaze. Back in his old bedroom (Frank had let Gloria have the house in the divorce settlement), he wanted to engage in a serious make-out session with Deirdre, just for naughtiness' sake, as if he was a teenager who'd sneaked in a tempting young girl into his inner sanctum without his parents' knowledge.

But it was what happened the next morning that made the whole visit memorable.

Cliff boldly walked downstairs naked to the kitchen. He'd never had the courage to do something like this when he was actually living in the house, but he figured that his status as an adult—not to mention his quiet pride at satisfying three women at Fanny's house—allowed him to display himself in this manner.

He was the first person to wake up that morning, and he was puttering at the coffeemaker when he heard a gasp behind him.

"Cliff, what on earth are you doing?" It was Gloria.

He was at the counter, his back to the kitchen door. Without turning around, he said calmly, "I'm making coffee, Mom."

"I can see that," Gloria said. For the first time since he could remember, her voice was quavering, and she seemed nervous and unsure of herself. "But why are you naked?"

"I don't like wearing clothes in the house," Cliff answered. And then he turned around.

Gloria, who had been looking at her son's back (well, okay, she'd also given some peeks at his well-formed bottom), first directed her gaze at his face—and then inexorably dropped down to his groin. Cliff wasn't hard, but he was getting hard even as she watched. Although he'd accustomed himself to women's glances in that direction, the fact that this was his mother staring at him was undeniably stimulating. Her eyes seemed to bulge as she saw his cock engorge and attain its full length of eight or nine inches.

Her jaw dropped. "My goodness," she whispered.

Cliff was a bit surprised at her response. He was tolerably impressed with the dimensions of his member, but he didn't regard himself as unnaturally endowed.

I don't exactly have a footlong cock, after all!

But then he remembered it was his mother doing the gawking.

There's something that happens when a woman sees an erect cock. The sight is both exciting and a bit—frightening. Yes, frightening, especially when she sees one of unusual dimensions. Some deep, primal instinct takes over, and she realizes that that cock is going to end up in her somehow or other. It doesn't matter what the relationship is with the man who has the erection; she just knows it's going to happen. It's kind of a law of nature, and there's nothing she can do about it.

Gloria slowly approached her son, her eyes still fixated on that superb hard-on. She extended her hand, as if to take it in her grasp—but then suddenly fell to the floor and, in frank self-abasement, kneeled in front of Cliff and stuck his cock into her mouth.

She was moaning with pleasure as she worked that organ with her lips and tongue; and she didn't neglect his balls or his firm, muscular butt as she took in the full measure of her son's endowment. But after a few minutes Cliff had had enough of these preliminaries. Raising his mother up to her feet, her first pasted a sloppy wet kiss on her mouth; then, holding her at arm's length, he pulled down her nightgown from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She was naked underneath.

Now it was Cliff who did the gasping. Oh, man, was his mother built! Those incredible tits—which he'd admired even when she'd been clothed, just as Deirdre had—were only the start. As he let his gaze drop to her stomach, her belly, the dark patch of fur over her delta, and her fleshy thighs, he held her close, feeling the contours of her body from head to toe. Continuing to kiss her—on her neck, her shoulders, even her armpit—he let his hands scour her body, especially her noble back and curvy bottom. Then he placed his hand between her legs, just to make sure she was wet. Of course she was.

And then he stuffed his cock into her pussy.

You may be wondering why Gloria didn't object more strenuously to this invasion of her body by her own offspring. It was only partially because of her being hypnotized by his impressive member. The year-long absence of Cliff from her life had been painful to her, and she figured that this unorthodox union was as good a way to reacquaint herself with him and earn back his love and respect as any she could think of.

Anyway, she just loved having sex standing up.

Cliff continued to plow into his mom as he seized a breast with one hand and her butt with the other. He began pounding her in a not particularly gentle manner, and Gloria was compelled to emit heavy grunts with each forceful thrust. All she could do was make herself available to him, fulfilling the age-old female role of the seductive receptacle of man's desire.

Pretty soon, however, Cliff saw that he and his mother were not alone.

Martin and Deirdre had ambled downstairs at the same time, chatting casually as they looked forward to a big breakfast. Both of them stood gaping at the couple in front of them, in the throes of copulation. Cliff, whose head was nestled on Gloria's shoulder, looked at them with a sort of bland defiance.

Deirdre did some fast thinking. She too was wearing only a nightgown, and she doffed it at once and knelt down in front of this older man whom she'd only met yesterday. He was wearing pajamas, and she hastily pulled them down and exposed his own member (at least seven inches—nothing to be ashamed of) and engulfed it in her mouth. Martin stood there, transfixed at his girlfriend being corked by her own son; every now and then he cast his eyes down to see this succulent young woman sucking him off.

And when Cliff exploded in Gloria, she clung to him even tighter, her arms thrown around his neck. The sight so inspired the astonished Martin that he shot his seed into Deirdre's mouth. She swallowed it all down—she'd had lots of practice at it.

But, as everyone separated, Deirdre realized that neither of the women had achieved the full culmination of these impromptu couplings. As Gloria swayed on her feet, holding on to the counter, Deirdre crawled on her knees over to her and fastened her lips to Gloria's pussy. Cliff's emission was already leaking out of her, and Gloria looked down in amazement as the young woman licked it all up and went on to give some expert attention to her labia and clitoris. In a few moments she was shaking all over in an orgasm that she'd never expected to have when she'd gotten up that morning.

Deirdre, for her part, rubbed herself with skilled fingers as she brought herself to climax only a moment after servicing Cliff's mom.

There was a period of unaffected hilarity as the quartet relished their new-found intimacy. But then they knew it was time for breakfast. Orgasms do make you hungry!

*

Cliff and Gloria sat down on the living room sofa for a talk after the meal. He was of course still naked, and Gloria now noticed that his cock was dripping a bit; so, like a good mother, she snatched up a Kleenex and wiped the tip of his member. (Maybe she didn't want come stains on her sofa.)

He explained the particulars of Fanny's household as his mother listened wide-eyed and impressed.

"That's quite a family you've insinuated yourself into!" she said. "That Fanny looks like a fine specimen of a woman."

"Yeah, she is. Reminds me of you a bit."

"Oh, is that why you—?" She made obscene gestures with her hands.

"No, not really. I just wanted to cuddle up with you."

"How sweet of you. And you say Frank is . . . servicing all three women?"

"Yup. They all love him."

"I have to say that doesn't sound quite like him. I guess I can tell you now that he was, shall we say, a bit conservative in the bedroom when we were married."

"He isn't anymore. We've all seen to that."

"So it appears. Are the women really all bisexual?"

"Sure seems that way."

"I must say, that's something I've always wanted to try."

"You and Deirdre can get together anytime."

"I was thinking maybe we'd have a foursome sometime. I'd feel a little more comfortable in a scenario like that."

"Absolutely. I assume you, um, like it in the butt?"

"I do. In fact, I wish Martin would do it to me a bit more often."

"How about two at a time? Ever done that."

"I haven't! Gee, that sounds so exciting!"

"I think all the ladies at the house like it. Even three at a time."

"Three? How . . .?" And then Gloria reflected. "Oh, yes—pussy, ass and mouth."

"That's it, mother dear."

"Sounds a bit strenuous."

"Oh, I'm sure you can handle it."

"Speaking of which . . . Any chance Martin and I can join the six of you sometime?"

"Sure, anytime. The house might get a little crowded with the eight of us—but it would open up all kinds of possibilities for . . . connections."

And so it happened. Over the next weeks, months, and years, the four couples got together on a regular basis. Sometimes two couples spent a weekend at Gloria's house; other times, all eight of them engaged in all manner of creative copulations. A series of weddings also occurred, although that didn't alter the intertwining of bodies on an almost daily basis.

Everyone was happy and satisfied.